A few years ago, I drove the Going-to-the-Sun road on the way to the campground where I was meeting a touring group. When I completed the drive, I knew there was nothing that would convince me to ride that road ... steep, narrow, under construction and in bad repair, and a lot of traffic. The idea of going up didn't thrill me ... the idea of coming down scared me half to death. So I opted to take another route the next day, which was quite nice ... and I was able to ride a century. But some of the other cyclists rode at least partway up and back down ... braver than me!!

Back then, there was a time limit on cyclists using that road ... they had to be off the mountain by 11 am, if I am not mistaken. That was so that they would be out of the way of all the traffic.

I drove back over the Going-to-the-Sun road, but took lots of breaks so I could relax my grip on the steering wheel and inhale a few deep breaths of air before I started driving again.